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How can you miss someone you’ve never met?
It had been three days since Bobby found out. Three traitorously long days and yet it still feels like he is in the moment he learnt of their existence. That little embryo that signified his life after his family’s death, his second chance, his redemption.
He didn’t know their gender, or what he would’ve wanted to call them, wether their eyes would be brown, blue, or green. He didn’t know anything except for how much love he had for a person he would never met.
His partner, his wife (y/n), hadn’t woken up and she may never again. By the love of God did he want her to wake up because maybe then he wouldn’t feel like he had half a heart left to give to this future family he would never see.
How can you miss someone you’ve never seen?
The days ticked by slowly, as if the hands were slowly slipping away from the clock itself. The 118 had all stopped by to see (y/n) as she fell during a fire call out, landing herself in the coma. Eddie had brought Christopher; Bobby watched as Chris stayed behind his father, asking questions about the equipment. He wondered if their child would’ve been as inquisitive as Chris or would they have had accepted what they were presented with.
Would they have been a happy, outgoing child, or would they recluse into themselves as Bobby once had. Would they look more like their mother or him. Would they have inherited the alcoholic gene-?
“Bobby?” Eddie said, shaking the man gently. “You with us?”
“Yeah! Yeah I am.” He sighed, looking over to (y/n) before glancing to Eddie. “You should head home for the night.”
“So should you.”
“It’s fine. I’m not going anywhere.”
How can you miss someone you’ve never met?
The empty feeling inside wasn’t the hardest part, nor seeing the moth guest room which would’ve been the nursery. It wasn’t even when he found out from the doctors. It was telling (y/n). Telling her that she had lost what she had wanted since she was young, telling her that the family she had desired to build had crumbled under their feet.
To tell her that she had lost a baby she didn’t know existed was the hardest thing Bobby had to do.
He held her close as she cried, and even still long after the tears had dried. He let out a silent prayer as they lay together, soft murmurs of the what if’s lingering heavily in the air.